Big Picture Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

We're helpless, mere support tools,
Own responsibility presuming fools;
In the endless spread of the cosmos,
Almost nonexistent insignificant specks,
We're evolution's inescapable nuts, bolts.

Spawned from time-space's specific fix,
We carry construct as none has that mix,
That makes what we're, build our route;
No good or bad; no rise or fall in that,
No right or wrong, nor fruit of our act.

Time and space fabric, borne on cosmos,
Innately carries subtle balance in it;
We, time and space's insignificant specks
Construct together the balance around;
Nothing in cosmos comes out of turn.

Endless specks from time-space fabric
In endless varieties create the world;
Equity and justice or right and wrong,
Idle little dreams we create ourselves;
Nature never harps such a nonsense ever.

Balance is the subtle cosmic nature,
And nature by itself keeps it in times,
Though in-between imbalances whisper
To pave the way for the balance's reign,
And we caught in-between, squeezed out.

Squeezed or not, we, mere support tools,
Find right time on the cosmic passage
And instill balance on the overall range;
Mere tools though we're, in support role,
Each speck as we're, untouched overall.